It's been quiet in my corner of the world, at least on this page. To be honest, I haven't had much to say to the world. I expect nothing from what I write here, for a time it allowed me to vent, to give my thoughts, and to just go on about a topic that happened to be on my mind. Lately, I ask myself "what's the point?" I know it's an outlet, I've even been told I'm good at it, and as I said before I expect nothing from it. It just seems that it's not important, going to the idea that putting words to a page, those words should have a purpose. I guess I refused to see that they were serving a purpose to me.
I am, if nothing else, overly critical of what I put to paper or in anything really. So writer's block generally hits like a piano falling from the sky. I've lost that desire to write, to take pictures, to do much of anything because I ask the same question, "what's the point?" What I fight with is that it may have little relevance on anything, but it's still something I should do to keep myself sane. These things called hobbies, but I feel like I'm constantly judged for everything I do. And when you take a certain amount of criticism, even if it's not directed at the photography or the writing, but on your life choices, your job performance, etc it feels worth it to just stop because if you don't write poetry, or an entry to a blog, or take a picture.... you can't be judged for that too. On the flip to the that, I can just hide it, not share it, but then my over criticism will just grow and I'll make myself feel worse.
I think I'm in the world's worst catch 22.
